Tag: fiction
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November 07, 2009 09:09 AM EST --
Good morning! Here's an excerpt from my book, which releases this month. Thanks for reading! -Kim
Key Players
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November 07, 2009 03:01 PM EST --
Through the garden she walks, a lovely girl.
But the wind insists on making her hair a mess.
Roses fill each row of the cobblestone paths between the roses.
As she walks by in a rose-colored . . .
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November 07, 2009 10:44 AM EST --
Trying New Things
Linda Bilodeau is the author of Stepping Through Seagrass , The Wine Seekers and The Olive Branch- A Tale of Resistance. She is a student in the MFA program . . .
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June 17, 2008 06:06 AM EDT --
Mary rolls her trash down the driveway alone now that Nolo has died; decades of Saturday night dancing, summer swims and afternoon tennis are behind her; these days, ladies come to lunch or . . .
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November 12, 2008 07:21 PM EST --
I already have the two movies on DVD. They were super cheap, and both were together in one box. Now I want the entire original TV series. I love that family. They make sense to . . .
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March 15, 2008 05:01 PM EDT --
MaryBeth tugged at the rip in her father's tattered denim jacket and remembered the last time she wore it - it was a year before her father died, when she wore a sailor's cap and blue . . .
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March 20, 2008 02:59 AM EDT --
There's so much to say - yet, so little we've said.
We do not talk, you and I. There's a hush, a chill that surrounds the air we breathe. Sometimes I see it . . .
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March 21, 2008 05:23 PM EDT --
It happened the summer I found the rabbit lying in the road, hit by a car, his legs broken. He couldn't be saved, yet I had to try.
It was then I knew the marriage couldn't be saved, . . .
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March 22, 2008 09:58 AM EDT --
Just when I need you all so damn much.
I'm soldiering on as best I can, taking care of the children, the house, bills, work.
Mother's off her meds again; . . .
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March 24, 2008 05:13 PM EDT --
The refrigerator hums along in middle C.
As I was slicing an onion, I cut myself; my blood oozed and became a rivulet; the juice ran to the cut like maggots debriding a wound.
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April 06, 2008 09:53 AM EDT --
In my attic, beyond the cobwebs and ancient tapestries, past the gunmetal grey filing cabinets that line the walls, is a room of my own. It is where I write. It is not a writing shed, though that . . .
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April 14, 2008 05:18 PM EDT --
In my attic, beyond cobwebs and ancient tapestries, past gunmetal grey filing cabinets that line the walls, is a room of my own. It is where I write. It is not a writing shed, though that would . . .
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July 01, 2008 12:16 PM EDT --
The shiny blue van in front of Mrs. Bradley's house leaves when we leave. Are they following us, and, if they are, why do they bother? To follow us to the ice cream store or the grocery? . . .
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October 04, 2008 10:45 AM EDT --
The night before I went back to Maine we spent in your apartment in Evansville, lying together, naked, being. It was sensual and not sensual. I would soon be married and you would be off to . . .
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February 01, 2009 02:44 PM EST --
On a Tuesday evening in January, my 5-year-old daughter, Abby and I were making a salad for dinner when my co-worker Dennis called. Not wanting to interrupt preparations, I put him on speaker-phone. . . .
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March 05, 2007 06:09 PM EST --
This short short story is based on the poem, "Billy Talbot", by Ed Nudelman.
Plato chases the ground hog under the deck, shoves his snout in against the edging and claws at . . .
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November 05, 2009 11:14 AM EST --
http://www.tutor.com/articles/articles.aspx?Id=48
Science fiction literature that’s predicted the future Ever wondered just what kind of technology the future holds?
You may . . .
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November 05, 2009 08:13 PM EST --
With shaking hands, Rodney loaded the bullet in the chamber. He scuffed his boots on the dusty road, and spat on the ground. His head rose slowly, he grimaced as his rival finished loading his own . . .
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August 04, 2007 05:13 AM EDT --
It happened the summer I found the rabbit lying in the road, hit by a car, legs broken, he couldn't be saved. Yet I had to try. I knew the marriage couldn't be saved, yet I had to try.
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April 06, 2008 01:59 AM EDT --
The hypnotist reviewed my chart--necessarily devoid of eights.
"Eights make my neck constrict," I said. "Sometimes I faint."
"Tell me about Alex," she said.
"We're . . .
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